I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World (Web Novel)

Chapter 1409: “Anti-America” Pact

Translator: _Min_ Editor: Rainystars

U17 was the name of Matthew’s fallout shelter. It was located in the desert at the junction of Nevada and California. Fallout shelters in North America were different compared to those in Pan-Asia. Eighty percent of fallout shelters were funded by insurance companies or other financial institutions, as well as built under private names.

For most private fallout shelters, the amount of money spent when subscribing to the eligibility for admission directly determined the quality of life after moving into the fallout shelter. Some private shelters were contracted by large companies and were provided to the company’s core employees as employee benefits.

The U17 fallout shelter was the latter.

As the design company of NS-90, the wealthy Masonte Military Industry Group had subscribed for “Doomsday Insurance” for almost every employee, and the nineteen shelters were scattered throughout the Nevada desert.

As the supervisor of the fallout shelter, Matthew naturally was aware of the details of his residents. When Jiang Chen said the name NS-90, he immediately thought of the researchers in his fallout shelter who had participated in the design of the NS-90.

The word America was too far away for him, but NAC instead, was their savior.

If Jiang Chen needed help, he certainly wouldn’t be stingy to offer help.

“That’s great! Can I borrow your researcher? Of course, I will pay you at a reasonable price,” Jiang Chen said.

“I’ll talk to them for you, but I think this shouldn’t be a big deal.” Matthew waved his hand. “You don’t have to pay anything. This little favor is not enough to pay the favors we owe you. If you really insist, can you pay these researchers a salary? But for a world that has become like this, what is the meaning of money?”

Although Matthew declined the payment, Jiang Chen still sent them a batch of supplies as their reward. Jiang Chen was confident that with the involvement of these twenty or so Masonte researchers, it would only be a matter of time before they fully understood NS-90’s technology.

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In the early morning of the next day, a group of guests were greeted at the gate of the fort.

To be precise, it was a group of guests who belonged to two different forces.

The envoys sent by Li Wang to Liberty City and Steel City did not disappoint the General’s trust. They successfully persuaded the leaders of the National Guard and the Minuteman. Even if they did not sign the pact on the spot, at least they gained enough interest.

They returned to Outpost Town with the NAC envoys. Jiang Chen saw the two representatives from the National Guard and Minuteman at the gate.

“It’s nice to meet you, distinguished Mr. Jiang Chen, my name is Barry Clive.” The red-haired man shook Jiang Chen’s hand. “On behalf of the militia organization on the West Coast, we bring you our regards.”

“Russell Gilbert, National Guard Sergeant.” Another man in a power armor looked rather serious and nodded. “The polite greetings are unnecessary. Frankly speaking, we are very interested the pact you proposed. Steel City will not accept the rule of anyone, whether it is Great America, the British Empire, or the Native Indian Kingdom. But there is one thing we must be clear about.”

“That’s right,” the red-haired Barry nodded, “If turning off the weather weapon is also one of your goals…”

Jiang Chen immediately understood what he meant, so he laughed and addressed the concerns of the two guests.

“You can rest assured that although the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center is also one of our goals, we do not intend to turn it off. We only intend to make some minor adjustments to its climate guidance program. On the issue of weather weapons, our interests are exactly aligned.”

No one enjoyed nuclear winters, and the National Guard and the Minuteman were no exception. If the price of driving away the United States was the spring on the West Coast, they would have to carefully weigh the pros and cons between the two.

“How do you plan to address it?” Russell Gilbert asked without showing his true emotion.

“For example, we can transfer the climate disasters on the West Coast and the Pan-Asian East Coast to inland North America and the East Coast east of the Rocky Mountains, or we can simply throw all the trouble to South America, south of Panama, or even across the Atlantic Ocean to Europe.” Jiang Chen revealed a sly grin and then continued, “If you are willing to accept our proposal, we are even willing to share the energy expenditure of the weather weapon with you. If I am not mistaken, running this weather weapon does require a lot of energy.”

Russell and Barry looked at each other, exchanged opinions briefly with their eyes, and finally accepted Jiang Chen’s proposal.

At the invitation of Jiang Chen, the two came to the office in the Governor’s Mansion and drafted the pact on the spot.

Russell and Barry carefully reviewed the terms, and after they confirmed, as representatives of the National Guard and the Minuteman, they signed their names at the end of the draft.

The revised pact was not too different from the original one. The only exception being a few terms added at the end.

First of all, after they controlled the weather weapon, both the East Coast of Pan-Asia and the West Coast of North America would be included in the area of climate protection, and climate disasters would be transferred to the Mediterranean and Central Africa.

As an outsider, NAC would bear 60% of the energy expenditure of the West Coast Meteorological Monitoring Center, and the Minuteman and the National Guard would each bear 20%. In exchange, the two major forces would introduce NAC’s credit point system, and Sixth Street Bank would help to establish a credit point payment network.

From the date of signing the agreement, the currency settlement of trade between Liberty City, Steel City, and NAC Outpost Town would be conducted using credit points.

When determining the NAC’s policy on North American survivors, Jiang Chen discussed with Chu Nan and Han Junhua extensively before he had set off. After careful consideration, he finally decided to employ a strategy that starts with trade and use indirect influence instead of direct intervention.

After all, for him, the only things that truly intrigued him in North America were the pre-war technologies buried under the rubble. And these things could be obtained through trade, as long as he or the Sixth Street merchants clearly showed an interest in these things.

Two thousand Minuteman “Rangers”, and one thousand National Guard “Pioneers” would participate in this war to fight against the “invasion” of the United States.

When the pact was signed, Barry and Russell left one after another.

After Jiang Chen sent the two representatives to the door, he handed both two gifts.

Teas and cigars.

While Jiang Chen looked at their surprised expression and smiled.

“The cigars produced in Colombia are as authentic as the ones before the war.”

“I thank you for the gifts on behalf of Mr. Eddie,” Russell sincerely accept the gifts while internally, he was shocked.

Not because of NAC’s financial resources, but because of the message Jiang Chen revealed in this short sentence.

Does NAC also have colonies in South America?

Russell was uncertain, but if it was true, then the strength of these Asian was terrifying.

With a grin, Jiang Chen watched those two people leave. Then, he returned back to the Governor’s Mansion.

Looking at the signatures at the bottom of the document, and the title Anti-American Alliance at the top, he couldn’t help but feel a little amused.

The North American National Guard and the post-war militia teamed up with foreign colonists to fight against the USN, which was attempting to revive the United States. Regardless of objective factors, this pact seemed peculiar. But no matter what, they were now on the same side.

You want to revive America?

The soldiers on USS Obama’s first opponent will not be the NAC, but their future citizens.